Emily's POV
Snuggling her backside deeper into Damon's, Emily sighed in content as his huge body spooned hers, surrounding her with his body heat as it radiated off him and warmed her to her core. Her head rested on his bicep, allowing her to breath in his fresh out of the shower his pine body wash mixed with a masculine scent. After all, she had always loved the way he smelled. She never understood why, but being in his arms always made her feel safe and secure. The way he wrapped his body around hers to keep her warm as if to block her from any harm, like the chilling night air that threatened to attack as they slept. The way he buried his head into her hair as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, letting her know she was cherished and loved and that he would be there when she woke up, she always felt so secure. She also felt so warm she thought to herself, '…and secure…and safe…and warm…and comfy…night.' She was out.
Damon's POV
Moving his face around for the hundredth time that night, he tried to get the mahogany hair out of his face while trying not to disturb his sleeping mustang. Shuffling around a bit he blew as hard and as quiet as he could. When the hair finally fell out of the way, he tried adjusting his arm from falling asleep caused by his petite bed mate wrapped in to him as they sleep. Lifting her arm slightly, he let it rest between her arm and ribcage so he didn't have to move away from her. After adjusting himself, he immediately felt his arm that was currently pillowing Emily's head begin to tingle due to no circulation. Sighing, he gazed down at his love, deciding that he didn't have the heart to wake her just so he could get comfortable. Laying back down, he dozed off, completely uncomfortable yet more comfortable than he's ever been